AN: Hey guys! This is the continuing story of Chloe and Draco, and Harry and so forth. I have skipped years two and three, and you'll see why. So this begins just before they go to Hogwarts for their fourth year! Please leave me a review to let me know how I am doing. In all honesty, you do not need to read the first fanfic of these characters. I wrote the first one so long ago that my style of writing has changed and improved. The basic jist of it was that Chloe was sorted into Slytherin house, she was friends with Draco Malfoy, but in order to keep her brother happy she kept the whole Sorcerers Stone thing a secret from Draco and it ended their friendship because he felt like a real friend would have confided the secret to him.

*Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 1

The Quidditch World Cup

I could hear the slithering of the giant snake as I ran down the tunnels looking for Harry. Panting and turning a corner I tripped and fell.

"You can't save them Chloe," a voice called to me. "Your destiny is very different from your brother's, you are destined to do great things my dear." He taunted over and over again.

"NO!" I yelled getting up. I could hear the snake turning the corner, and I quickly closed my eyes knowing that if I didn't, I would be petrified.

"CHLOE!" I heard Harry yell as he ran in from another tunnel. He swung Gryffindor's sword into the basilisk's head.

I woke up with a start. My breath was coming in small gasps as I looked around the room to see where I was. I realized I was safe and that it was all a dream. Sighing with relief I looked around to find that Hermione and Ginny were already gone.

Harry and I were at the Weasley's house, because they invited us to the Quidditch World Cup. Mr. Weasley had gotten tickets through work. I was so excited to leave the Dursleys house, I had packed within minutes of the letter they sent Harry. We arrived at Weasley's home the day before, and today we were heading off to the World Cup.

As I stretched my arms in bed, Hermione came rushing in. Her bushy brown hair was bouncing around as she looked around the room for me.

"You are awake, perfect!" she smiled. "We are about to leave so I suggest that you pack your things." She left the room quickly as if she had other things to do.

I got my things together as quickly as I could. Half an hour later I was ready to leave, and was waiting for the rest of the group at the front of the house. Harry joined me shortly after I got there. I took this time to get a good look at the Burrow. The Weasley's lived in a tall crooked house that looked as if it could tip over any minute. The garden was overflowing with plants, and gnomes roamed around freely. The chickens had no sense of staying in one place, and ate every bug that they could find. I think some people would find the house to be… charming, but I thought that there could be a bit more organization to it.

"Hey!" Ron said coming up to Harry. Ron and I had a very delicate relationship. After our first year at school he decided that I wasn't entirely bad. We tolerated each other, and it did help that Dra—Malfoy and I didn't talk to each other anymore.

Ron simply nodded at me, and I nodded back. "Ready to go?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's going to be so much fun!" he exclaimed. "I have been waiting for this for years!"

Ten minutes later, everyone was ready to go, Mr. Weasley led the group over the hills. We trudged along in line, carrying our packs on our backs. The fresh morning air filled our lungs and the sounds of songbirds singing filled our ears. All in all, it was a pleasant morning.

"Where are we going?" Ron complained after fifteen minutes of walking.

"We are meeting one of my friends, then taking a portkey." Mr. Weasley answered smiling.

"Well how much longer till we get there?" Ron pestered.

"Just have to climb over one more hill." Was the answer.

Smiling to myself, I couldn't help but find it funny that Ron was already tired of walking. This walk seriously wasn't bad at all. Sure, not having to carry packs with us would have made it easier, but I actually enjoyed getting out early in the morning and getting to spend some time outdoors.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Hermione and Ginny screamed together. I looked up from the ground to see a man, and a teenager jump down from a tree. Laughing they came over and shook hands with Mr. Weasley.

I stood at the back of the group, I had always found it hard to trust people I had barely met. Even though they were friends of Mr. Weasley, I was being cautious. Harry was already laughing and talking to the teenage boy. He just loved making friends, so long as they weren't Slytherins. I felt like he trusted people way too easily.

The boy was tall with wavy dark brown hair, with bright brown eyes to match. He had defined cheekbones that led down to a strong chin. Clearly, he was athletic because he had a well built body that he moved with confidence. After a moment of staring at him, I recognized him as the Hufflepuff quidditch team's seeker. Last year he had won a match against Harry, although Harry falling off his broom during the match definitely played a part in that. Eventually the boy came over and introduced himself to me.

"Hi, I am Cedric Diggory," he said, holding his hand out to me.

"Chloe." I responded, shaking his hand.

"So, you are the famous Chloe." He said, smiling at me. I eyed him carefully before I responded.

"Yeah, I guess." I said. "I'm not really that famous though. I am the twin that got put into Slytherin." I responded.

"That doesn't really matter though, does it?" He asked.

"What makes you say that?" I questioned. Most people decided that I am the bad twin because I was put in Slytherin. It was refreshing to meet someone who didn't make that assumption right away.

"Well I don't like judging people based on what other people say, or what group of people they tend to be around," he said. "I mean, I don't like making judgments on people until I get to know them." He said after I gave him a questioning look.

"Oh, well I guess that's a good thing." I replied avoiding his eyes. Even if he didn't judge me based on what everyone else thought, he would eventually come to the conclusion I am not as good as my brother.

"Yeah, well I heard some nasty stuff about you." He laughed, his bright teeth only made him more handsome.

"I'm not surprised," I said with a small chuckle. "What kind of things did you hear?"

"Some nasty stuff from when you were in your first year of school. I guess now people think you have improved since then." He answered with a small shrug.

"Improved how?" I asked, curiously.

"Well, they say you're not as mean anymore."

"Yeah, well I just suppressed my meanness, and decided to try and be nice." I smirked.

"Is that so?" He questioned with a small chuckle.

"Yeah, it is." I replied very seriously. I didn't want him to think that I was a completely nice person. I wasn't, I really have been trying these past couple of years to be nice to people. It was a lot harder than I thought it was going to be.

Diggory simply smiled and left me to myself. I kept walking in the back of the group. The truth is that I didn't really get along with anyone anymore. I missed hanging out with Malfoy—no I can't think about him. I needed to do something to get my mind off of him.

I ran up to walk with Hermione and Ginny, they were having a whispered conversation. The second I caught up to them, they stopped talking. I wondered if they were talking about me.

"Hey guys," I said pretending to not notice that they stopped talking.

"Hey Chloe, how's it going?" Ginny said politely.

"Not much really happening. What do you guys think about Diggory?" I asked, trying to start a conversation.

"He's alright, Ginny thinks he's cute." Hermione giggled.

"Huh, so you like brown hair and eyes? I guess it's nice that he is kind of tall." I teased Ginny.

"Shut up!" She said laughing, a small blush creeping up her face.

"Hmmm, I don't think I want to," I teased. "Just think about his, oh so dreamy eyes, and the way they look like chocolate."

"Who are you talking about?" Cedric asked, sneaking up from behind.

"What?!" I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard his voice.

"You fancy someone here Potter?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and smiling.

"NO!" I yelled so loud that Harry, Ron, Fred, George and the two adults looked over at us.

"Everything okay?" Harry asked, coming over to us.

"Yeah everything is fine," Ginny said laughing. I could hear Hermione trying to stifle her laughs behind her hand. She wasn't exactly doing a good job.

Grumbling, I walked away from the group, and decided to ponder life… Not really, I just needed to get away. I needed to think, clear my head. I decided to allow my mind to think of someone I have tried to really not think about in a long time.

Draco Malfoy.

I just couldn't keep my mind off of him. I missed him, he was the only person I could completely be myself around. I still hung around Pansy and Zabini, but it wasn't the same without Malfoy. I missed the way he smirked and teased me, but that all fell apart at the end of our first year at school. He was under the impression that I didn't care about our friendship, but I really did. I had to stop Voldemort from getting the stone, and I couldn't tell him that. I promised my brother I wouldn't say anything to him, and it was the worst mistake I had ever made.

While deep in thought, I hadn't noticed Harry come up next to my side.

"Hey Chloe, are you really alright?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah," I answered without looking at him.

"You're lying." He stated. "Really, you can talk to me." He said putting his hand on my shoulder.

"I know I can, it's just that.." I started, but then decided that I shouldn't say anything. My brother never understood why I was friends with Malfoy in the first place. The pair of them hated each other, and I did my best to stay out of it.

"It's about him, isn't it?" He said. "Chloe, you need to stop thinking about him. You really need to let him go. He isn't there for you anymore. He gave you up, and he is the one that decided that you shouldn't be friends anymore. That's what they do, Slytherins, they only think about themselves." He said heatedly.

"No, not all of them are like that Harry." I said. "Look at me, I am not like that am I? So you can't say that all Slytherins are like that." I argued. To be honest, I found it really difficult to not just think about myself and what I wanted. I had been living under Harry's shadow ever since we started at Hogwarts, and it was starting to bother me. I wanted to be more than the twin that was put into Slytherin, and the easiest way to do that was to be different from Harry, to play right into the Slytherin stereotype. But I couldn't do that anymore, I made a promise to Harry to try and be better, to be nice.

"I am not going to argue with you on this, but stay away from him." He said before leaving me alone. I scoffed as he walked away, feeling very annoyed with him.

"We are here!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed once we reached the top of the hill. Everyone gathered around him, looking for any sign of… well anything.

"We are nowhere." Fred said, looking around.

"Is that a boot?" George questioned, pointing towards a brown leather boot that was sitting on the ground.

"It is a portkey!" Mr. Diggory answered. "And it leaves in about thirty seconds. So everyone grab on." He reached out and put a couple of fingers on the boot.

"Why do we grab on? That's just a little weird." George said as he slowly reached out his hand.

"HURRY GRAB ON!" Mr. Weasley yelled at everyone.

I had barely put a finger on when we were magically lifted into the air. I started screaming, and I could hear Hermione and Ginny screaming as well. We were spinning for maybe a minute before we started descending.

"Alright everyone, let go and start walking down to the ground." Mr. Weasley said, letting go of the boot.

At once, everyone seemed to let go of the portkey, and we all started falling. Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Harry, George, Fred, and I just fell on our backs, while Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric all calmly walked through the air and onto the ground as if this was something they did regularly. Groaning, I sat up rubbing my back. "So much for a smooth landing." I said to the others. They all groaned, agreeing with me.

"Where to now?" Ron asked his father.

"To the campsite! Our tent is already set up." Replied Mr. Weasley, bouncing on his feet. He and Mr. Diggory said their goodbyes, and I watched as Mr. Diggory and his son walked away. Mr. Weasley led us through other campsites, all of them decorated for the team they were supporting. There were rows and rows of places to buy food, drinks, and souvenirs. It looked as though all the booths were busy with witches and wizards purchasing whatever items they needed.

There were bright red and green colors everywhere, witches and wizards performing magic, and the whole area just buzzed with activity. Children ran around giggling and waving fake wands at each other. Some of them even had toy broom sticks that flew about three feet off the ground. I couldn't help but think that I would have enjoyed having a toy broomstick when I was little.

We walked through rows and rows of tents until we reached a small tent. It looked as if it would only fit two people, and I wondered how we were all going to get in. It was a parchment colored tent, with a small chimney sticking out the side. There was already smoke climbing out of top of it. Fred and George were the first to enter, followed by Mr. Weasley. Well if those three can fit, I was sure the rest of us would be able to.

"Are you sure everyone will fit in here?" I heard Ron ask Harry.

"Only one way to find out." Harry responded as he opened the flap. Ron followed, and I was right behind them.

The inside was absolutely amazing. It was at least ten times bigger on the inside then it was on the outside. The walls were gold and red and hints of white. The entrance was a living room of sorts with a simple two person couch and a recliner that was around the fireplace. Right past the living room was the kitchen in which Fred and George were scavenging for food. There was a dining room table that seated only six people. To the right of the living room was a hall that led to the bedroom the girls would be staying in, and to the left was the bedroom the boys would be staying in.

"I love magic." I heard Harry say as he took in the view.

"It's marvelous isn't it?" I said with a small chuckle. I walked down the hall that led to the girl's bedroom so I could put down my bag.

There were four beds, one in each corner of the room. I quickly picked one next to the door. You never know when you'll need a quick escape. The room was decorated with gold and silver hangings. The walls were all white, and it smelled like cats. I had a feeling that all the rooms were going to smell cats.

We had some time to kill, so Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and I decided to check out the booths we passed that were selling souvenirs. There were little figurines of both the Bulgarian and Irish quidditch teams. Ron got a Viktor Krum figurine, saying that Krum was the best seeker in existence. Harry also bought us some omnioculars so we could use them to watch the match.

After we explored the campground some more, we decided to head to the stadium. We met up with the rest of the group back at the tent. Bill, Charlie, and Percy had finally joined us. We had to walk through the forest, which was lit up with lights to lead the way. I could hear thousands upon thousands of people making their way towards the stadium. I could hear laughter, and excited conversations about the upcoming game, and even people chanting for their team.

When we finally arrived at the stadium, I was awestruck. The stadium was enormous. Even though we could only see a portion of the stadium, I could easily tell that ten cathedrals would fit inside.

"Seats a hundred thousand," Mr. Weasley said at the look on Harry's and my faces. "Ministry task force of five hundred worked on it all year long. All sorts of muggle repelling charms to keep them away." He said with a small chuckle.

Eventually we reached the entrance of the stadium, and there were already hundreds of witches and wizards shoving to get in. "Right, all the way up. I mean as far as you can go Arthur." A lady said after she looked at our tickets.

We climbed and climbed the stairs until we reached the top. Luckily for me, the stairs were carpeted, and very fluffy to walk on. They were a purple velvet color, and started at the very bottom to the very top. The box we were in looked to fit twenty people. Our party filled the entire front row. I sat next to Ginny and Hermione.

Laughing and talking, we waited for the game to start. I noticed that on the large billboard, advertisements were being displayed for everyone to see. Eventually I wanted to get a better look around the box we were in, so I took a look around.

Behind us, I saw a small creature with bat-like ears, its legs were so short that they just stuck out in front of it. It had to be Dobby! I remembered the silly house elf that tried to get Harry and me to not go to Hogwarts our second year.

"Dobby?" I questioned the little creature. The house elf looked up, and instantly I knew I had made a mistake.

"Dobby is here?" Harry asked, looking around to greet the elf.

"I am not Dobby." The elf said. Judging by its high squeaky voice, I deemed it a girl.

By this time Ron and Hermione turned around to look as well. Harry and I told them about Dobby, however, they have never met him.

"Oh, I am so sorry," I said, my face turning a slight red. "I thought you were someone I know."

"I knows Dobby too!" She squeaked at us, shielding her face from the light.

"Oh really?" I said with a smile.

"How is he dealing with freedom?" Harry asked with a small glance at me. At the end of our second year, Harry tricked Mr. Malfoy into giving Dobby a sock. Thus, setting him free.

"You, sir, must be Harry Potter!" The elf said, looking at Harry's scar. "I am Winky, Sir." She continued. "Although, I do not think you did Dobby a favor by setting him free."

"Why? What's wrong?" I asked, concerned for our little friend.

"The freedom has gotten to his head." Winky said firmly. "He thinks that he should be paid to do work!" She said this as if it was against the law.

"Well that's great!" Harry said smiling.

"NO IT IS NOT," Winky said, fiercely. "House elves are supposed to be told what to do, and just do it. We aren't supposed to get paid for it!" she exclaimed. "My master sent me all the way to the top box. I am afraid of heights, Sir. But I listen, and do as I am told." She continued giving us an example of what house elves are supposed to do.

"Well, I think that Dobby is a lot happier being free than he was as a servant." I replied with a small laugh.

"He only thinks that he is happier." Winky tried to convince us.

"I'm pretty sure that he is happier." I said firmly. I turned away, not really interested in arguing with a house-elf, and stared into the almost empty stadium that was slowly filling up.

After a few minutes the box we were sitting in began to fill up. Mr. Weasley and Percy said hi, and shook hands so many times I had lost count. Obviously they were important people.

Harry was speaking with the Minister of Magic when he came. "Ah, Lucius!" I turned to look at Harry, and past him was none other than Lucius Malfoy, and his family.

I blushed furiously, then turned away quickly, hoping Malfoy hadn't seen me looking. Why in the world was he here? Was it some crazy coincidence we had tickets in the same box? I overheard Lucius telling Mr. Weasley that he and his family were here as guests of the Minister. I could feel my heartbeat quicken as the Malfoys took their seats directly behind us.

"Hey Hermione, what's on the schedule?" I asked, starting a conversation. We talked about the upcoming match until the game was about to begin.

I found it terribly hard to concentrate on the game with him sitting behind me. I heard the crowd cheering and groaning as the match played on but all I could think about was how Malfoy and I hadn't talked in two years, and things weren't getting any better. I thought many times about talking to him, but decided not to. If he wanted to talk, he would. Besides, he was the one that stopped talking to me, not the other way around.

Close to the end of the game, I left the box to get some fresh air. I sat down on the ground, and put my head in my hands. I was missing the greatest match of quidditch I would ever see because of a boy. Typical.

Hermione came out after I had a few minutes to myself. "You okay?" She asked, sitting down next to me.

"Do I look okay?" I retorted more harshly than I intended to be.

"Sorry," she said softly. "Listen, just because Malfoy is here, doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself."

"Yeah, it's kind of hard to not talk to your best friend." I sighed.

"He hasn't talked to you in two years, how can you call him your best friend?"

"I-"

"Drop it. If he cared about you, he'd still be talking to you. He doesn't deserve to still be called your best friend."

"I suppose…" My voice trailed off as I continued to feel bad for myself.

"Come on, let's go back, the game is nearly over. You can't miss the end." Hermione grabbed my arms, and picked me up. She dragged me back into the box, much to my displeasure.

"Alright! No need to pull!" I complained with a small smile.

We sat back down to finish watching the game. I actually started to enjoy myself, the game was entertaining enough that I nearly forgot that he was in the box. For the second time, Lynch, the Ireland seeker, and Krum, the Bulgarian seeker, took a dive.

"He's going to crash!" Harry shouted. And sure enough, Lynch slammed into the ground for a second time. Krum, pulled up barely missing the ground.

"Who's got it?" I heard one of the Weasleys say.

"It was Krum!" I shouted to them. He was waving his hand in the air, smiling, his white teeth reflecting the light of the stadium.

The scoreboard was flashing BULGARIA: 160, IRELAND: 170 across the crowd, who didn't seem to have realized what had happened. Then, slowly, as though a great jumbo jet were revving up, the rumbling from the Ireland supporters grew louder and louder and erupted into screams of delight.

"IRELAND WINS!" Bagman, the commentary person, shouted. He also seemed to be taken aback from the sudden end of the match. "KRUM GETS THE SNITCH – BUT IRELAND WINS – good lord, I don't think any one of us were expecting that."

"Why'd he do that?" Ron asked, outraged.

"Probably because he knew that Irish chasers were too good, they would never catch up." I said with a shrug. "He wanted to end things on his own terms."

"He was very brave wasn't he?" Hermione said, leaning over the railing. I looked over, and sure enough Krum landed as a swarm of medi-wizards blasted a path through the battling leprechauns and vela to get to him. "He looks a terrible mess…"

"Vell, ve fought bravely," said a gloomy voice behind us. I looked around; it was the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

"You can speak English!" said fudge, sounding outraged. "And you've been letting me mime everything all day!"

"Vell, it vos very funny," said the Bulgarian minister, shrugging.

The Irish players took a lap of honor, much to the crowd's delight.

Suddenly our eyes were dazzled by a blinding light, as the Top Box was magically illuminated so that everyone in the stands could see the inside. Squinting toward the entrance, I saw two panting wizards carrying a vast golden cup into the box, which they handed to Cornelius Fudge, who was still looking very disgruntled that he'd been using sign language all day for nothing.

"Let's have a really loud hand for the gallant losers – Bulgaria!" Bagman shouted.

And up the stairs into the box came the seven defeated Bulgarian players. The crowd below was applauding appreciatively; I could see thousands and thousands of Omniocular lenses flashing and winking in our direction.

One by one, the Bulgarian filed between the rows of seats in the box, and Bagman called out the name of each as they shook hands with their own minister and then with Fudge. Krum, who was last in line, looked a real mess. He had two black eyes, and blood drying on his face. He just happened to still be holding the Snitch. Now that I was looking at him, he seemed much less coordinated on the ground. He was slightly duck-footed and distinctly round-shouldered. Buy when Krum's name was announced, the whole stadium gave him a resounding, earsplitting roar.

And then came the Irish team. Adian Lynch was being supported by Moran and Connolly; the second crash seemed to have dazed him and his eyes looked strangely unfocused. But he grinned happily as Troy and Quigley lifted the Cup into the air and the crowd below thundered its approval.

Finally the teams left the box, and Bagman reversed the spell that made his voice loud.

"They'll be talking about this one for years," he said hoarsely, "a really unexpected twist, that… shame it couldn't have lasted longer… ah yes… yes, I owe you… how much?" He said to Fred and George.

Before the game had started, they had made a bet. Fred and George had betted all their savings that Krum would catch the Snitch, but Ireland would win. They scrambled over the backs of their seats and were standing in front of Ludo Bagman with broad grins on their faces, their hands outstretched.

"Boys…" I sighed, shaking my head.

Alright, that's the first chapter. Please leave me reviews! I do enjoy reading them! Especially if it'll help me improve my writing.